章節 402: Sword Son of Zong Clan

In a study room inside the Zong Clan, a middle-aged man quietly sat, studying a scroll with his head lowered.

Not far away from him, the silhouette of a young man standing patiently could be seen. This young man was none other than Qin Wentian. Zong Qian made good on his promise and did the primary introductions, acquiring the chance for a meeting between Qin Wentian and the clan lord of the Zong Clan.

After several moments, the middle-aged man slowly inclined his head. There were streaks of white mixed with black in the hair on both sides of his temples. He exuded a reserved aura, yet within that tranquil and calm bearing, Qin Wentian could sense a terrifying sharpness hidden within.

A single glance from him seemed to be able to penetrate to the very depths of Qin Wentian’s soul.